LYRICS: Kendrick Lamar dissed Drake as he sees him like woman while standing with Sexyy Red in Euphoria song as he rapped: “When I see you stand by Sexyy Red I believe you see 2 bad bitches”

Information reaching Kossyderrickent has it that Kendrick Lamar dissed Drake as he sees him like woman while standing with Sexyy Red in Euphoria song as he rapped: “When I see you stand by Sexyy Red I believe you see 2 bad bitches”.

Lamar re-escalated a long-simmering beef with Drake with some pointed lyrics on “Like That.” (The track also had some words for J. Cole, who responded with his own “7 Minute Drill,” but the North Carolina musician has since apologized for his diss song and pulled it from digital streaming platforms.) Drake went back at Lamar on “Push Ups” and “Taylor Made Freestyle.” 

The latter track used artificial intelligence to emulate vocals from 2Pac, which prompted a threatening response from the late rapper’s estate. As a result, Drake removed the song from his social media pages.

LYRICS OF EUPHORIA:

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Euphoria

Them super powers gettin’ neutralized, I can only watch in silence

The famous actor we once knew is lookin’ paranoid, and now it’s spiralling

You movin’ just like a degenerate, heavy antic, it’s feelin’ distasteful

Why calculate you, not as calculated, I can even predict your angles

Fabricate stories on the family front, ’cause you heard Mr. Morale

A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now

You not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of bеing accepted

Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU nеver had been your collection

How I make music that electrify ’em, you make music that pacify ’em

I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that’s random acts of kindness

Know you a master manipulator, and a habitual liar too

But don’t tell no lie ’bout me, and I won’t tell truths ’bout you

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Shoo, shoo, shoo

Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi

[Verse]

Yeah, I’m out the way, yeah, I’m low, okay

Yeah, the island right here’s remote, okay

I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout no reaper

Nigga, I’m reapin’ what I sow, okay

Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house, like I’m Joe, okay

Hellcat, made his own boys sit and type, sell they soul, okay

Everybody wanna be demon ’til they get chipped by your throwaway

And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame

Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?

Have you ever played, have you ever? Okay, nigga, let’s play

Have you ever watched your enemy down like with a poker face?

Have you ever paid five-hundred thousand to like an open case?

Well, I have, and I felt that both, but I came out straight

I hate when I rap, I talk about guns, then somebody die

They turn it to nuns, then hop online, like “Pray for my city”

He fakin’ for likes and digital hugs

His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must’ve forgot the shit that they done

The mention must run in his family, but let it get shaky

I park your son

The very first time I shot me a drac’, the homie had told me that “Aim it this way”

I didn’t point down enough, today I show you I learn from those mistakes

Somebody had told that me you got a ring, on God, I’m ready to double the wage

I rather do that, than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave

Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted

What is it? The braids?

I hurt your feelings? You don’t wanna work with me more? Okay

Yet, still he go left, and I see two of them kissin’ and huggin’ on stage

I love him to death, and that ain’t bars, I’ll explain that phrase, huh

It’s nothin’ nobody can tell me, huh

I don’t wanna talk on no celly, huh

You know I got language barriers, huh

There’s no accent you can sell me

Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I’m a selfish nigga

The crown is heavy, huh

I pray they my real friends, if not, I’m YNW Melly

I don’t like you poppin’ shit, that shit for real, I inherit the beef

Yeah, fuck all that pushin’ P, let me see you push-a-T

You better off spinnin’ again on him, you think about pushin’ me?

He’s Terrance Torn, I’m Terrance Crawford, yeah, I’m whoppin’ feet

We ain’t gotta get personal, this a friendly faith, you should keep it that way

I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint

This ain’t been ’bout critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest

It’s always been about love and hate, now let me say I’m the biggest hater

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk

I hate the way that you dress

I hate the way you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it’s gon’ be direct

We hate the bitches you fuck, ’cause they confuse themselves with real women

And notice, I said “We”, it’s not just me, I’m what the culture feelin’

How many more fairytale stories ’bout your life ’til we had enough?

How many more black features ’til you finally feel that you black enough

I like Drake with the melodies, I don’t like Drake when he act tough

You gon’ make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin’

Yeah, my first one like my last one, it’s a classic, you don’t have one

Let your core audience stomach that

Didn’t tell ’em where you get your abs from

V12, it’s a fast one, bow-bow-bow, last one

Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk

Remember

Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin’ with?

“Extortion” my middle name as soon as you jump off of that place bitch

I’m allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein’ famous

Yachty can’t give you no swag neither, I don’t give a fuck ’bout who you hang with

I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk

I hate the way that you dress

Surprised you wanted that feature request

You know that we got some shit to address

I even hate when you say the word “Nigga”, but that’s just me, I guess

Some shit just cringeworthy, you ain’t even gotta be diva I guess

Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed

Keep makin’ me dance, wavin’ my hand and it won’t be no threat

I’m knowin’ they call you The Boy, but where is a man? ‘Cause I ain’t see him yet

Matter of fact, I ain’t even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet

When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches

I believe you don’t like women, that’s real competition, you might pop ass with ’em

Let’s speak on percentage, show me your splits

I make sure I double back with you

You was signed to a nigga that’s signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga

Try cease and desist on the “Like That” record

Hoe, what? You ain’t like that record

“Back To Back”, I like that record

I’ma get back to that for the record

Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas?

Y’all think all of my life is rap?

That’s hoe shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you know nothin’ ’bout that

Wakin’ them up, know nothin’ ’bout that

And tell ’em to pray, know nothin’ ’bout that

And givin’ ’em tools to walk through life like day by day, know nothin’ ’bout that

Teachin’ the most, and take all the discipline, listen man, you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that

Speakin’ the truth and consider what God’s considern’, you don’t know nothin’ ’bout that

Ain’t twenty-v-one, it’s one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you

Yeah, bring ’em out too, I clean ’em out too

Tell Bean that he better stay right with you

Am I battlin’ ghost or AI? Nigga feelin’ like Joel Austeen

Funny, he was in a film called “AI”

And my sixth sense tellin’ me to off him

I’ma blick niggas, all in they coffin

Yeah, OVO niggas is dick riders

Tell ’em run to America to imitate heritage, they can’t imitate this violence

What I learn, these niggas don’t like the West Coast

And I’m fine with it, I push the line with it

Pick a nigga off one at a time with it

We can be on a three hour time difference

Don’t speak on the family, crodie

It can get deep in he family, crodie

Talk about me and my family, crodie?

Someone go bleed in your family, crodie

I be at Newhall King eatin’ fried rice with a dip sauce and blamy, crodie

Tell me you’re cheesin’, fam

We can do this right now on the camera, crodie

Ayy, fuck y’all niggas, I don’t trust y’all niggas

I wave one finger and dump y’all niggas, like “Mmm”

Field goal punt y’all niggas, stay punk y’all niggas, nobody never took my food

Whoever that’s fuckin’ with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too

If you takin’ it there, I’m takin’ it further

Psst, that’s somethin’ that you don’t wanna do